You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. I keep searching for you between the cushions. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening.
